“When you’re drowning, you don’t clutch no straw,
When you’re drowning, you don’t clutch no straw.
You don’t want to live,
Don’t want to cry no more.” – Deep Purple

Back in 1972, my late friend Jack Carlson and I went to a concert at the International Amphitheatre in South Chicago. It was right after Deep Purple had released a great album called “Machine Head.” Deep Purple, at the time, had the reputation of being the loudest rock band in the business. Paradoxically, John Sebastian opened up for British rockers. Let’s just say the type of crowds the two bands might draw were divergent. This memory seems to come to the forefront of my thoughts every time we play the Mustard Men from Nashville.Continue reading »